Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
MC5,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.